[Flash is grinning like a fool. Not a big departure from usual.]

Y'know, I've been sitting here for awhile, thinking about how much this place kinda sucks and kinda doesn't. Then, it just hit me. The only reason why this place doesn't suck a hundred per cent is because there are some cool people here. And the coolest of them is Rapunzel. She's really awesome. Have you guys met her?

She's so awesome, in fact, that I would really like to date her. I mean, in an exclusive way, with titles.


So....

HEY, RAPUNZEL, DO YOU WANT TO BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

Check yes or no.

[ooc: THIS IS HOW I CHOOSE TO COME BACK.]

[Marguerite is sitting at her desk, curtains drawn and her bedroom lit up by a whole collection of candles in a - yes, rather expensive - candelabrum next to her. She is, apparently, attempting to write a letter, but repeatedly she seems to misspell the words or a full stop ends up being an ugly splash of ink across the paper, ruining her endeavour. Finally, she straightens up, looking wholly frustrated. And just slightly worn out, her hair hanging limply around her face and shoulders. She stands --

And in a fit of rage, she knocks everything off the desk. Papers scattered everywhere. Ink pooling on the floorboards. Candles breaking and the flames going out. In the aftermath, her breath is heaving and she reaches up to press the back of her hand to her lips. Eyes falling closed.]

How silly of you, Marguerite. To overreact so. What wouldn't Armand say?

[Opening her eyes again and turning her head, she spots the recording network device. With a small sound of affected amusement, she leans in and turns it off. Sure to say nothing more.]

((ooc: cursed.))

[The image on the screen shows the (Second) Doctor out in the snow by a playground. He’s decided to take advantage of the sudden snowfall to throw on his old fur coat and build snowmen. Or at least his version of them. The one he’s working on looks a lot like a Dalek with a plunger and a bent-up wire hanger for the arms. He tops it with two cans on the dome-shaped head.]

Now what can I use for the eye-stalk? Ah!

[Spots a broken piece of a cane with a rubber tip amongst some rubbish, and jams it right in the dome.]

I suppose it’ll do.